A Mansion Groans VIII

The group left the old Dining Room in the East Wing and headed back to the Living Room in the main part of the Mansion.

Walking across the Foyer, Tomstein left the group and walked through the Vestibule, and down towards his laboratory.

Tomelangelo pulled the Honourable Tom back a little and whispered, “Have you noticed a change in Tomstein?”

The Honourable Tom thought for a second and then whispered “No,” in reply.

“Really?” Tomelangelo was put back a bit. “It may be my attention to detail, but he seems more eccentric than usual.”

The Honourable Tom shook his head and joined the rest of the group as they walked into the Living Room. The flower heads were still on the tray in front of the window, but it didn’t take long for them to notice Thomasina wasn’t there.

“Where has she gone now?” Tomette asked. “Perhaps she’s gone out into The Grinds to chop down a few trees.”

Tombie glared at her, his ear now connected to his head.

“What?” Tomette protested, “it’s possible. She could be anywhere.”

The smell of beans on toast wafted into the Living Room. A look of realisation crossed all of their faces, and Fingers clicked his right thumb and forefinger. Fingers pointed back out of the room and said, “the Kechtin.”

“You’re up, Tomette.” Tomelangelo said and pointed for the glammed-up Inner to lead the way towards the kitchen. Fingers and Tummy followed.

To be continued…